You know those parenting moments where you think, “It can’t possibly get worse than this” and then your toddler proves you wrong? That was me last week during our grand adventure into pantsless potty training.

The day started off with optimism. I’d read the blogs, stocked up on wipes, and repeated the mantra: “it's okay were learning right?.” What I didn’t realize was that I would become one of those accidents.

There I was cutting potatoes for dinner, and my toddler  announced, “I pooped!

the “poop” wasn’t in the potty.
It was right behind me.
And yes—I stepped in it...we BOTH stepped in ittttt

There’s nothing quite like that moment of confusion when your foot makes that soft “squelch” sound, followed by instant regret and a silent internal scream. The floor was ruined. My socks were ruined. My faith in the process was hanging by a thread.

So there I was, hobbling to the bathroom on one foot, cleaning both the mess and my soul, trying to remind myself that this is all part of raising a tiny human. One day she’ll use the potty like a champ, and I’ll laugh about this.

But today? Today I’m just grateful we have hardwood floors.